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Shit.
Under pressure.
It was a Glock. Dad had a Glock.
“Safety lever in the trigger,” I murmured then dumped the magazine. I pulled the slide back and a bullet flew out of the top. I snatched the bullet up, clipped it back into the magazine and shoved the magazine back into the gun.
I looked back at them. I didn’t know what else to do.
They didn’t say a word. They both opened their doors and were gone.
Poof.
Vanished.
Just like Eddie.
I pushed Chowleena down on the seat. She didn’t seem real concerned about the drama. She thought it was time for a nap. I could have kissed her.
I took one look at door number three, Rosie’s door, before scooting down in my seat.
Then I shot back up and stared into door number three’s window.
Ally was in there with Rosie.
I’d only seen a flash of her but I knew she was there.
Holy, shit, shit, shit.
What was she doing there?
Did Lee know?
I couldn’t exactly call him.
Shit!
Then I saw him walking down the street looking like he didn’t belong there. Mainly because he looked like nothing, nobody, everyman. Made to fit in with the scenery. He was Tom Hanks. Problem was, Tom Hanks didn’t live in this neighborhood.
I felt a chill up my spine.
I grabbed my gunbelt, pulled out the pepper spray and rammed it in my front pocket. Then I pulled out the Taser and rammed it in the waistband of my shorts. Then I shoved the Glock in the back of my shorts, pulled my Xanadu T-shirt over the gun butts and before my mind could think of excuses, I got out of the car.
I had no idea what I was doing or why I was doing it. All I knew was three guys with guns were out there as smoke, as well as a potential bad guy, and Ally was between all of them and Rosie.
I hurried across the street and down the sidewalk.
He was nearly to door number three when he heard my flip-flops.
He turned.
Casually I lifted my chin and smiled as if I was a passerby saying hello and kept walking toward him.
His eyes dropped to the waistband of my shorts.
Unfortunately my T-shirt was fitted, not loose around the waist so the Taser butt showed in obvious relief.
He moved and I moved, yanking the Taser out and bringing my shirt up and out with it, giving him a flash of my lacy lemon-yellow bra. The shirt snapped back as I lifted my arm and pulled the trigger. The prongs went sailing forward and snagged him as he yanked the gun out of his shoulder holster, momentarily taken aback by my accidental flash of bra. I didn’t care. He was down before he got his arm straight and I didn’t have any holes in me seeping lifeblood.
